"You still want to die? Well, tell me, how do you want to die?" General Paboke asked dissatisfied.

"Suicide is definitely not an option. I now have a successful career and a happy family. It is totally unreasonable to do that."

Clinton spoke in a serious tone and said: "But Clinton is well known to suffer from the disease of the poor; coupled with Sheila's excessive demands, it is possible that Mr. President will die."

General Pabok shook his head after hearing this and retorted: "No, what kind of bad idea are you talking about? Have you ever considered the impact of letting the president of a big country die on a woman's belly? We lurkers just want to keep a low profile.

, no matter how low-key you are, hiding in the dark and doing things secretly. Even if the secret invasion is completed, the local indigenous people will not be able to find any trace of us. This is the highest level of lurking. I know that you are brave and fearless on the battlefield, and you can be used as a secret invasion agent.

Lurker, you are too radical."

"Then what should I do? Sitting on the throne of the president, it is really inconvenient for me to do my job!" Clinton said aggrievedly.

Although he felt that he was incompetent, General Pabok could not say it directly. After thinking for a while, he said: "In this case, the matter of the sentries and mutants is indeed too sensitive for the president. Please change the mission objectives slightly...

Well, lately it's Tony and Spider-Man, and there have been a lot of superintelligent people in this shitty place like Earth.

Wisdom! As the president, it is normal for you to care about the future of the country. From now on, you will be responsible for collecting the talented natives of the United States, oh no, the world. Anyone who is suspected of being a high-level wise person will be recorded. Then,

We can hunt them collectively or create accidents to eliminate them, and we can do it with ease."

"As you command, General!"

Although helpless, Clinton still accepted the task.

Next, General Paboke arranged for Old Howard: "Currently, our small target is Spider-Man. You cannot expose yourself and attack him directly as Howard Stark. That Spider-Man seems to be particularly sensitive to crises.

....."

Old Howard nodded, took over the conversation and said: "Listen to Spider-Man himself, he has a spider sense. Although I think he is bragging, he did sense the tiger-headed man's decisive attack in advance... If not

Tony's people held back the dozens of mercenaries, and Spider-Man was dead that day."

"Regardless of whether he has Spider Sense or not, unless we take action personally, it is too difficult to rely on the natives to surround and kill him. However, you are Tony's father, and he should not be on guard against you... From now on, whenever Spider-Man comes to look for Tony

, you try to be present as much as possible. In addition to looking for opportunities to test that damn 'signal pot', you also have to explore his background without leaving any trace. Even if he is very alert and cannot find out his secrets, you still have to take advantage of the information.

Mislead him."

Speaking of this, General Pabok also looked lucky and sighed: "For example, last time, Spider-Man actually knew about the photon pulse detector and wanted to check the satellite. If you hadn't been there and

It immediately reminded us that Spider-Man could judge on the spot that there were no satellites above midtown Manhattan at that time based on the orbiting speed of the satellite and the time when the signal appeared... If that situation really happened, with Spider-Man and Tony

With his intelligence, he will probably think of extraterrestrial civilizations, and then he will really be in big trouble."

"...Okay, this meeting is over. Let's disperse!"

Not to mention that Clinton, who was very angry after the meeting, went crazy with his wife to calm down his anger, nor did Howard, after returning home, immediately rush to the private laboratory on the third floor of the apartment and face his son again.

It's a round of greetings.

The Amazing Spider-Man they were focusing on, President Maya, was also making his "bed" in the student council president's office.

"Two single sofas are joined together. Although it is not enough, it is okay if I shrink my legs, right?"

While talking to herself, Maya lay down in it. Well, not to mention, with Maya's current height of 1.3 meters, two sofas are really enough for her to lie down on.

The laboratory is not far from the president's office, so she doesn't have to stay in the laboratory all the time... In fact, the helpers hired by Joey and Hammer don't keep an eye on the pig mother Helen. They all set the alarm clock.

I was hiding aside and watching TV.

It was already half past twelve o'clock in the evening, but President Maya still didn't want to rest. After all, he had to check on Helen's condition every few hours. It was uncomfortable to sleep soundly, so he might as well meditate.

Just like that, President Maya sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to practice the "Hansen Immortal Ninjutsu".

At the same time, more than a dozen small and slender shadow touch sticks came out from behind her, and they began to click crazily on the desktop computer keyboard on her desk.

Two hours later, along with the "click-click" sound of the printer, pages of A4 paper filled with writing flew out. Well, they really flew.

Under the guidance of the touch of shadow, these more than 800 pieces of printing paper were divided into four parts and neatly stacked on the president's desk.

Maya also ended her training at this time. After all, the amount of chakra is limited, and practicing the Sennin Jue requires a lot of chakra.

She walked forward and used a large stapler to staple the four documents into four thick booklets. Maya casually picked up a book with "Complete Solutions to Ninth Grade Mathematics" written on the cover and turned the pages.

After looking at it for a while, she said to herself with satisfaction: "Very good, the printing is very clear. The content, of course, is from the shallower to the deeper, uh, no, it should be 'from the shallower to the shore'... As far as I am concerned, it is both an image and a

The narrator explains it, so Nana should be able to understand it easily, right?"

President Maya’s birthday is at the end of August, and Nana’s birthday is later than hers, in mid-September. This does not mean that Maya is older than Nana, but that they are not in the same year, and Nana is older than Maya.

Two years older.

The four thick tutorial textbooks coded by Maya herself, that is, the four "Comprehensive Solutions to Ninth Grade Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, and Biology" on the desktop, are the birthday gifts she prepared for Nana.

On the night of last Thursday, Nana shamelessly ran to her house with her schoolbag in hand and begged Maya to help her with her math homework.

mmp, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. If she hadn't reacted quickly, Jennifer would have discovered that her daughter had lost contact in the middle of the night.

What's even more shameless is that the homework is obviously due on Friday morning. If you come here early, it's called tutoring. Now isn't it clear that "Jianghu is in need of help, ask me to write for you"?

There was no way, for the sake of the credits that Nana was already in urgent need of, President Maya finally pinched her nose and spent 5 minutes to "tutor" her through the math exercises.

Unexpectedly, Nana was not satisfied yet, so she took out two homework assignments of physics and chemistry from her schoolbag and asked for further "tutoring".
Chapter completed!